Ali Smith on A.L. Kennedy

In the weekend’s Guardian, Ali Smith reviews A.L. Kennedy’s latest novel, Paradise, characterizing it as “a symbolic narrative that powers itself on despair and self-hurt – so far, so vintage Kennedy.” Yet she concludes that Paradise, with its “sustained and soaring self-parody, the double-voiced, double-edged bluff in the conjunction of funny and sad, hopeless and hope,” is even sharper and more profound than Kennedy’s previous novels.

Although I haven’t read the latest novel, I am, like Booker judge Rowan Pelling and Herald writer Phil Miller (as Mark Sarvas could have predicted), surprised it didn’t make the Booker longlist.


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